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Audrey wasn't at all certain how having breakfast with her son and daughter-in-law would go, but she had failed her granddaughter one too many times and she wasn't about to fail her yet again. So, despite not wanting to come face-to-face with them just yet, Audrey got ready and drove the distance to do just that. At first, she sat patiently, listening to her son rant and rave about the child he didn't claim until she could take no more.
Thankfully her son had the mind to book a private room, making it easier to tear him a new one without him being able to play on witnesses to keep her under control, something she's certain he's thoroughly regretting now. The moment her voice raised beyond her normal tone, her son fell silent and stunned, having no other choice but to sit there and listen as she served more than a few hard truths.
Once she had said her fill, Audrey paid for their breakfast, not wanting them to have anything to hold against her before she leaves the restaurant for the hotel. Time is racing with so much left to finish and she didn't want to waste any more time than she already has on her son's delusional mentality. Port Charles may be Sarah's home and she has every right to live there but it is also Elizabeth's home and Audrey'll be damned if one prevents the other from living a free life.
"You knew, didn't you?" Jeff accuses his wife once they're alone. "You knew that child had found a way into my mother's life."
"From what I was told, your mother had been the one to make that connection," Carolyn counters simply, taking a sip of water. "Contrary to popular belief, my love, not everyone is going to oblige you the way I have all these years."
"You could have told me last night..."
"Because me telling you things have worked in my favor so far," she throws back with a scoff. "I told you I would have no part in anything you plan to do here. As I've said repeatedly, I'm merely along for the ride and the I told you so waiting for you at the end of this fiasco. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I know that you don't feel like you need to have any part in helping our daughter," Jeff sighs, retaking his seat. "But she is your daughter, as well, and the least you could do is show some kind of interest in her struggles."
"What struggles?" Carolyn counters firmly. "She wants for nothing, Jeffery, not a damn thing. We have provided everything that child's heart desires and more so for her entire life! She has a roof over her head, food in her stomach, and a life of leisure that anyone her age would kill for. That child knows nothing of struggles, of REAL struggles, and that's on your head. If you think for one second I'm going to feel bad for Sarah, you are sorrily mistaken."
"You're her mother!"
"And who's fault is that?!" Carolyn snaps angrily. "I told you from the beginning that I am not the mother type. I'm not warm or loving nor do I have a single instinct to be motherly in any capacity."
"I thought that maybe, eventually, you'll come into your own with the role and..."
"Well, you thought WRONG!" Carolyn cuts him off. "I took the role because I loved YOU! Because of my love for you, I gave you the second child you so desperately wanted because statistics told you that leaving Steven an only child wasn't beneficial to his growth. So, I did what you wanted and I gave you your second child."
"Is it so hard..."
"ONLY for that child to end up needing a third to survive and what did I do? Even though our agreement was for one child, ONE, I gave you another to save the second," Carolyn continues, ignoring his interruption. "I have far exceeded our original agreement, compromised in many aspects that I hated compromising in, all for the sake of our marriage! So, before you put yourself in a hole you can't get out of, I suggest you get that head out of your ass and uphold YOUR end of our arrangement because I've always been honest with the person that I am. It's not my fault you played yourself into being delusional about where I stood."
"Carolyn!" Jeff calls out when she heads for the door. "Where are you going? We're not done discussing this!"
"There's nothing left to be discussed. You have the facts and you now know where each piece stands in this situation of yours," Carolyn counters, throwing in one last comment for the sake of putting salt in the wound, "Audrey was right about one thing, Jeffery. No matter what you think or how you feel, at the end of the day, that child you are so quick to want gone from this town is just as much YOUR daughter as Sarah is. She has your genetics flowing through her veins and no amount of wishing on your part is going to erase that."
Having said all she means to say on the topic, she leaves her husband to his own accord, hoping now he'll grasp just how uninvolved she's going to be with this whole situation. Her role as the dutiful wife and mother ended the moment their children entered adulthood, everything decision she makes from here on out will be of her own choosing.
Getting into her car, she takes off through town, driving aimlessly, using the open road to clear her thoughts. She knows what she is, she knows that she is where she is by her own doing, but she will not apologize for staying true to herself. Least of all to the man that she compromised herself for. LEAST of all HIM.
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Sitting on the couch, watching his sister pacing the floor, Steven couldn't help the slight chuckle that escapes his lips at the sight of her being anxious. There was a time that he would do anything to alleviate her fears, a time when he'd fight heaven and hell to ensure she never felt this way, but that time has long since passed.
As the oldest, he witnessed many things in different aspects of their lives, he saw much more than Sarah has ever or could ever hope to see, making him especially aware of the state of their family. It's because of this that he was able to meet their mother on a different level. He accepted her truth and he adapted, leading them to the relationship they have now.
From the start, he promised their mother that he'd never tell his sister the truth, that it was something that she could never learn and he accepted that. Hell, he never really needed anyone to tell him not to tell her because his natural instinct was to protect her. To find out that your own mother never wanted you, that's something that he just knew he had to protect his sister from.
Then Elizabeth came along and he saw a different side of their father. Where their mother was well known for being distant and cold, their father was another story. He was always warm, loving, and doting where his children were concerned. Until Elizabeth. It was like she was nothing more than a tool for him. A means to an end. And that opened his eyes to who his father truly was. A harder truth for him to swallow than he expected.
"Does pacing like that ever help you?" Steven finds himself asking as her pacing increases in speed.
"It doesn't hurt," Sarah replies simply. "Grams holds a lot of weight in this town. If she agrees to help me and dad push Elizabeth out of town..."
"She's not going to do that," Steven voices honestly, continuing when she looks at him all confused like. "How do I know more than you when you've been here from the start?"
"Stop playing with me and spit it out," Sarah counters seriously. "Why do you think Grams won't help us? What do you know?!"
"I know enough," Steven replies vaguely. "You'd have better luck getting Elizabeth to leave voluntarily than to get Grams to force her to do so."
"Are you...are you saying that Grams is on Elizabeth's side?" Sarah looks at him in disbelief. "That makes no sense! Elizabeth's nothing to her! Grams and Gramps both had nothing to do with Elizabeth. There's no way that she'd...she wouldn't!"
"That may be so, but I met with Grams to discuss what you wanted from us," Steven admits. "She was quite adamant that not only was she not going to force Elizabeth out of town but she's actually elated to have her here."
Steven could see that she wanted to challenge him on what he said, but she knows just as well as anyone that he doesn't play games. He says exactly what he means and he never sugarcoats anything for anyone. Nine times out of ten, the truth proves far more effective in getting what he wants anyway. As much as he loves his sister, she needs to see that the world will not fold for her any longer just because their father is putty in her hands.
Not knowing what to say to him, Sarah diverts her attention to her cell phone, deciding that a change of topic will be best for her and he couldn't agree more. Talk flows into her friends and how they aren't able to meet up for breakfast at Kelly's anymore because the diner has shut down indefinitely. Now they have to resort to waiting until lunch to meet up because the club doesn't open until then.
If only she knew that Elizabeth was the reason for that, lord only knows what that would do to Sarah. To think that Elizabeth could cause so much change to take place in Sarah's life with Sarah being none the wiser, Steven can't help but wonder if it is all done with purpose or simply a byproduct of Elizabeth carving out a place for herself in town. Either way, the moment Sarah finds out the extent of Elizabeth's effect on her life is bound to be quite the show. Intriguing.
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Pulling into a parking space and realizing where her drive has brought her, Carolyn shuts the engine off and makes her way into the building. Following the signs, she finds herself walking into the midnight ballroom, truly in awe of the effort that Audrey has put into the fundraising event for Elizabeth's gallery. She has always known what Audrey was capable of when she puts her heart into things but this was a whole other level.
Slowly walking through the ballroom, that strange feeling starts to come over her, a feeling she just couldn't seem to put into words. Regret? Is that it? No. Maybe. Letting out a sigh, she pushes the thought away, knowing that even if she were to put a name to the feeling it would do her no good. It changes nothing.
"What are you doing here?" Audrey says as Carolyn stops in front of the main attraction for the event. "I've said all I'm going to say at the breakfast."
"Retract your claws, Audrey, I'm not here on behalf of anyone," Carolyn says dismissively. "Since I'm more than likely not invited to this event, I merely wanted to see the place for myself and I have to admit you're still just as capable as ever."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Carolyn."
"That's fine because there's nowhere I need you to get me," Carolyn replies simply, her eyes never leaving the painting in front of her. "She's quite the talented artist. I'm sure you must find a good amount of pride in knowing she carried on a part of Steve that he held so much passion for."
"I do."
"That's good," Carolyn smiles to herself. "For what it's worth, not that I believe you'd ever take me at my word, it was never my choice to keep her from you and Steve. Jeffery made that choice and I obliged him."
"You sure didn't help any."
"I made vows to your son, vows I upheld to a tee," Carolyn gives as her reasoning but doesn't elaborate any further. "Anyway, I'll get out of your hair, I'm sure you still have a lot to do and I'm only in the way."
"Carolyn?" Audrey calls out to her as she's heading for the door, continuing when she stops and looks at her. "Why did you come here?"
"Honestly, Audrey, I don't know," Carolyn admits. "I truly don't know."
Unsure of what more she could say, Audrey stands silent, watching Carolyn as she simply turns back around and leaves the ballroom. Turning away once Carolyn was long gone, Audrey faces the only painting in that place that was created by Elizabeth's hand. So many questions flooded her mind, unable to grasp why Carolyn felt the need to be there, never once indicating she had any interest in Elizabeth whatsoever.
Accepting that Carolyn is one enigma she will never truly comprehend, Audrey puts thoughts of her daughter-in-law to the side, needing to get back to work. The event is a little over a week away and there was still much that needed to be done. Whatever reason Carolyn had for showing up out of nowhere, she caused no issues and she left without incident, that's all that matters in the end.
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Sending Francis inside the penthouse with Elizabeth, Jason stands at the door toe-to-toe with an irate Carly as Elizabeth gets her things to head out for her meeting with the Spencers. Though he knew everything beforehand, Jason couldn't help being amused by the anger radiating from Carly at the fact that she not only lost all her designer clothes but she had no funding to replace any of them.
What Carly never seemed to grasp is that Sonny never took the time to open a tab with any of her favorite places. The only name on any of the accounts through every business in town is Jason's. It was just easier that way. Neither Carly nor Sonny ever needed to pull out their cards because they simply put their purchases on his accounts. All Jason had to do was remove Carly as an authorized user and watch the rest unfold.
"How could you do this to me?!" Carly practically shouts, signaling that she was nearing the end of her rant.
"The same way you could do it to Elizabeth," he counters. "You started it. I simply finished it."
"I can't believe you!" Carly blubbers, clearly resorting to tears to sway him. "Look at what you have me resorting to...I look ridiculous! I may have damaged her clothes but you made it to where I can't even replace mine! Chloe won't return my calls! Sonny's cards are useless! MY cards are useless! What you did is so much worse than anything I did!"
"I don't think so," Jason counters. "I did what you did. I took your clothes, which I technically paid for, to pay you back for breaking into the home that I share with Elizabeth to destroy hers. As for the other stuff, I have no control over whether or not Chloe answers your calls. She's a grown woman, she makes her own choices."
"And our cards not working? What do you have to say about that?!" Carly counters. "And the fact that I can't use any of your accounts at the shops to replace my clothes?! What about that?"
"I let you and Sonny use my accounts because it was easier that way and I was the only person it affected," Jason says simply. "It's not just me anymore and I told Sonny as much. It's not my fault neither of you anticipated me removing your names from my accounts. As for your cards not working, I'll let Benny know and he'll get back to you when they're up and running again."
"You just have an answer for everything, don't you?!"
"It is my job," he says simply.
"I can't believe you'd go as far as to treat me like this for HER," Carly growls, glaring at him when her tears do nothing for her. "Why did you have to bring her here? Our lives were just fine without her!"
"Get used to it because she's not going anywhere," Jason states firmly. "Now, I suggest you go back to your husband and leave Elizabeth alone because the next time you pull something like this again, Carly, it won't be such a temporary discomfort. Do I make myself clear?"
Carly tries to fight him on it but the look that graces his face forces her into silence. Jason doesn't take pride in showing the face that he reserves for his enemies to Carly, but it was the only way for him to get across that he wasn't playing with her. This wasn't some joke on his part and he will enforce his threat if she pushes him to it.
Sonny loves Carly and that inherently gave her a place in his life, but he will not condone anyone mistreating Elizabeth, least of all her. So, if a few threats can get his point across, Jason will lay it out there, not at all above falling through should the need arise. He may owe Sonny a whole damn lot, but his loyalty and life are Elizabeth's. No one gets a pass at her. NO ONE!
"All clear?" Elizabeth questions when he walks into the penthouse and sends Francis back outside.
"Yeah," Jason assures, though it took Ritchie stepping in for Jason to allow the situation to come to an end, his anger slowly taking hold of him the longer he stood in front of Carly. "You ready to head out?"
"Just about," Elizabeth replies before turning around. "Think you could zip me up?"
Instinctively, his eyes trail her body before he starts to move toward her, gently holding the fabric in order to zip her dress up for her. Once the zipper is fastened, his hands slide along her shoulders before pulling her in for a hug from behind, holding her snugly against his body as he places a gentle kiss upon her temple.
Little moments like this fan the flames of his love for her, reminding him of all the reasons he does what he does day in and day out. Though they've been together for years, not a moment shared between them or apart has dulled even a little. Something he's truly thankful for. Not to say they never have their disagreements or misunderstandings, just that even in those moments the love still wins over it all and that's what truly matters.
"Hey, Lucky, Luke," Elizabeth greets the guys when she gets to the club and finds them at the bar. "I hope I haven't kept you guys waiting."
"Nah, we were just discussing the day's plans," Luke assures her. "I know I should stick around, but I have some stuff that needs doing if that's alright with you..."
"Sure, that's fine," Elizabeth replies. "Lucky's signature is all that's really needed."
"Good, good," Luke accepts, grabbing his jacket. "Then I'll leave you kids to it. Cowboy, don't forget that the manager isn't coming in till two."
"Yeah, I got it," Lucky assures. "Go before you're late."
"Did you have a chance to go over the final contract?" Elizabeth questions Lucky once they're alone, taking a seat on a barstool while he walks behind the bar. "I factored in all the revisions that you and Luke requested."
"Yeah, I went over it front and back when it got here," Lucky replies. "You really know how to draw up a good deal."
"Comes with experience," Elizabeth says simply. "I'm glad we were able to get it to where you wanted it. Though I'm still not sure about taking that much of your company."
"I am," Lucky replies. "You're bankrolling the whole thing and you're not even letting me pay you back. Fifteen percent of the business is hardly too much."
"Just know that if you ever want to buy me out, the option's there," Elizabeth smiles softly.
"Good to know," Lucky says gratefully. "Care for a drink?"
"Sure," Elizabeth accepts. "How about that new one you've been working on?"
"That's not quite ready," Lucky admits. "I haven't gotten the ratio where I want it yet."
"I know," Elizabeth replies. "Maybe I can help?"
"You know what, yeah, okay," Lucky accepts before throwing together his latest drink. "The concept is for you to feel that cold yet refreshing feeling that you get after a good swim, sitting on the sand in relaxation."
"Mmmm," Elizabeth lets out after she takes a long sip of the drink. "Drinks to you must be an art form because it truly hits differently."
"But it's missing something, right?" Lucky counters. "It's not quite the taste I'm pushing for."
"I get what you mean," Elizabeth replies. "It hits with the feel of coldness but it's not quite there with what you're looking for. Maybe some pink salt and a hint of lime might push it over the top."
"Pink salt?" Lucky looks at her curiously. "Really?"
"Just a suggestion," Elizabeth says with a hint of laughter. "I take it you don't use it too often."
"Not really, no," Lucky admits before turning to head to the kitchen. "But I know we have some around, just give me a minute.
Shaking her head, Elizabeth turns her focus to her drink while he heads off to track down some pink salt, already satisfied with the drink in front of her. She understands what Lucky means, though, knowing just what it's like to want your creation to end up exactly how you envisioned it.
There were many times that people told her a piece was complete as it stood but then changed their minds once the piece was actually completed. It taught her to be selective in who sees her pieces before they're truly complete. Sure, each piece was fine enough in the early stage but it became something else entirely once she saw her true vision to completion. Making her truly curious as to what Lucky's true vision is with this drink and the taste that will come to life because of it.
"Elizabeth?" a familiar voice pulls her from her appreciation of the drink to see who has joined her.
"Nikolas," Elizabeth smiles slightly, setting down her drink to rise to her feet when she takes note of the very pregnant woman standing at his side. "This must be the missus."
"My wife, Emily Quartermaine," Nikolas introduces the woman who seemed to be debating what she would say, an intriguing look upon her face to say the least. "Emily this is..."
"Sarah's sister," Emily finally voices, cutting him off from what he was about to say. "Yeah, I know all about you."
"The name's Elizabeth but sure," Elizabeth replies simply. "Guess you have me at a disadvantage because I know nothing about you. Seeing as I've never met you before now."
"I didn't have to meet you to know exactly the type of person you are," Emily counters stubbornly. "Sarah's told me all about you and I've pieced together the rest. I was wondering how long it would take for me to see you for myself and now that I have, I have a few words for you."
"Emily, now's not really the time..." Nikolas starts to say but Elizabeth stops him with a wave of her hand.
"No, it's fine, she has something to say, let her say it," Elizabeth explains when he looks at her in confusion. "Clearly, whatever it is she has to say is important to her and she has every right to voice her concerns."
Though Elizabeth's response stops her for a moment, clearly not anticipating Elizabeth's levelheadedness when she started her ranting, Emily dives head first into her mile-long rant about things Elizabeth both knew and knew nothing about. With a lot of the things Emily's complaining about being things that happened in the years of Elizabeth's infancy and earlier, Elizabeth takes notes on the story from Sarah's point of view. Had to admit it was quite an entertaining story.
Though she heard the reasons from her grandmother, hearing the story spun in Sarah's words through Emily was a whole other learning experience altogether. If Elizabeth wasn't, well, herself, and all she had was someone like Sarah to fill in the blanks about someone, she just might hold the same belief as Emily where she's concerned. Sarah has clearly painted quite an evil picture of Elizabeth that Emily feels almost savior-like in defending Sarah from Elizabeth.
"Are you done?" Elizabeth voices once Emily falls silent. "Have you gotten what you needed to off your chest?"
"Don't patronize me!" Emily snaps.
"I'm not patronizing you," Elizabeth counters. "Just wondering if you're done talking about someone I couldn't care less about."
"You should care after the hell you put her through!" Emily replies angrily. "She's your sister and you were nothing but horrible toward her."
"Emily, seriously, that's enough," Nikolas tries again to de-escalate the situation. "You've had your say, let it be enough."
"No! She doesn't get to just show up here and act like she doesn't know what she's doing is wrong," Emily defends herself. "She doesn't belong here."
"I, like anyone else, belong wherever I please," Elizabeth corrects. "It's a free country, after all, and the last time I checked I'm not a felon...so..."
"Found it!" Lucky exclaims as he walks out of the kitchen to rejoin them, surprised to find Emily and Nikolas in a somewhat heated exchange with Elizabeth. "What's going on here?"
"I should ask you the same thing," Emily counters. "Why is she here when the club's not even open, huh? Don't you know that she's Sarah's sister and she's..."
"My business partner," Lucky throws out, cutting her off. "We're in the middle of a business meeting."
"You can't be serious!" Emily exclaims.
"I thought I asked you guys not to come over until the club opens," Lucky counters. "This is a closed meeting."
"I didn't think you were actually serious about that," Emily gives as her reason. "That's beside the point. Why are you going into business with this...person anyway?"
"Because I want to," Lucky replies plainly before turning to Nikolas. "The meeting isn't over. I need you guys to leave."
"Lucky, you can't be serious," Emily looks at him in disbelief. "You're kicking us out for her?"
"It's fine, Lucky, we're just about done, anyway," Elizabeth turns away from the couple, not wanting to get into it with Jason's sister any further than she already has. "Think you can throw one together before I head out?"
"Sure," Lucky accepts before laying out a warning for the other two, "Go grab a table while we finish here and don't interrupt again."
Though she was gearing up for another argument, Emily is cut off by her husband guiding her away to a table far enough that they're no longer in hearing range of the other two. Nikolas knew that Emily held a strong dislike for Elizabeth but he never would have thought she'd go as far as to verbally attack the woman on Sarah's behalf. He had to hand it to Elizabeth, though, she sure knows how to stay cool under pressure.
"Sorry about her," Lucky voices once they're alone while he mixes the drink. "She seems to have an image of you in her head that no one can change other than Sarah."
"That's fine, she is Sarah's best friend, after all," Elizabeth waves away his concern. "As I said, I couldn't care less about Sarah or anything anyone she cares about's thoughts of me. It's really none of my concern. What I am curious about is that she doesn't seem to know I'm dating her brother."
"Neither of you thought it was necessary for her to know," Lucky explains, placing the drink down in front of her. "Not my place to clue her in."
"Thanks," Elizabeth smiles softly. "I appreciate that."
"At the end of the day, you're my friend and anything I learn about you is learned in confidence," Lucky assures her. "Now, back to more important business...what do you think?"
"Mm-mhm," Elizabeth smiles brightly. "More importantly, what is your take on it?"
"It's finally hitting the way I wanted it to," Lucky admits with a smile. "I'll have to consider integrating pink salt into more of my drinks."
"Happy to help," Elizabeth replies. "Anyway, we should wrap this up, I'm sure your friend's growing impatient."
"Yeah, not to mention Sarah's not too far behind them," Lucky almost groans at the thought, pulling out the paperwork to finish signing his copy and hers. "Do you want me to handle getting it notarized?"
"That's okay, I have my accountant handling it," Elizabeth assures, pulling out her phone to shoot Jason a text. "You'll get your copy back with the check the day after tomorrow at the latest."
"Sounds good," Lucky accepts, handing her the envelope once he puts the paperwork back inside. "You can go out the back if you want."
"Thanks but that's not necessary," Elizabeth assures, receiving his reply (On my way. It's up to you until I get there.) "See you around."
"I can walk you out then," Lucky offers, smiling slightly when she simply arches her eyebrow at him knowingly. "Right, yeah, I get it."
"I appreciate your concern, it means a lot."
Just as she suspected, Emily rises to her feet to block Elizabeth's path as she was heading for the door, prompting Elizabeth to signal Johnny to stay out of sight in his spot. As annoying as Emily may be, her interference didn't warrant him making his presence known or for him to interfere. Seeing Nikolas about to interfere, as well, she raises a hand to stop him. This is between her and Emily.
"As if what the pain you caused Sarah wasn't bad enough, you go and disrespect my family by mailing back their business bid in pieces," Emily continues on her rant, her voice wavering as Elizabeth simply stands there listening to her go off without any input, that was until that comment, of course.
"Wasn't me."
"And also...wait...what?" Emily looks at her confused, her flow interrupted by Elizabeth's comment.
"Mailing the bid back in pieces," Elizabeth clarifies. "Wasn't me."
"You really expect me to believe that?" Emily throws back. "No one else had any reason to do that."
"My boyfriend did," Elizabeth replies but doesn't elaborate.
"Your boyfriend? Really?" Emily scoffs. "That doesn't matter, you're responsible for whatever your boyfriend does on your behalf."
"He'd beg to differ," Elizabeth replies, her tone never rising or changing, remaining calm through it all. "But feel free to believe whatever you want. I couldn't care less one way or the other."
"Yeah, well, you should care because that is no attitude to have if you want your business to succeed," Emily blubbers out, clearly losing her footing in the argument. "You'll never get anywhere if you're this unprofessional as your norm."
"My profits speak for themself," Elizabeth says simply. "Seeing as both your husband and your best friend felt that I was someone worth going into business with, I'd say I'm doing rather well for myself, don't you think? Unprofessional and all."
Elizabeth isn't sure if Emily knows anything about her that's actually fact but it's clear that she wasn't made aware of her abilities when faced with conflict. Every argument that Emily can think to throw at her can easily be refuted with actual facts. She says that Elizabeth's unprofessional yet two people that are close to her believe the opposite.
With not much more to argue about, Emily throws her last ditch effort into the mix, saying that she told Sarah she was there and that Sarah will be there soon. If she didn't already know that they were siblings through adoption, Elizabeth would start to question their relationship because she's nothing like Jason. Not even a little.
Looks like this little squabble is going to turn into something more with both Sarah and Jason heading to the club. Guess the cat will soon be out of the bag. Oh well, it lasted longer than she thought it would and it was only a matter of time before it came to head. Now's as good a time as any, she supposes, as she settles in for the wait, much to Emily's surprise. Clearly, Emily expected her to leave. Instead, Elizabeth takes a seat and gestures for her to do the same. At the confidence on Elizabeth's face, Emily falters but takes the seat regardless. Only a matter of time now.
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Author's Note: Who will get to the club first? Jason? Sarah? And what will happen when they arrive? Guess only time will tell...hehehe...anyway, thanks for reading and I await your thoughts. Thanks.
